Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

The next morning.

On this day, two people, Waltz and Lucia, did not go out hunting and seemed to be inside the tavern even when the morning sun went up.

... Of course, I wasn't skipping, I wasn't drunk last night.

Yesterday alone, we didn't have to go hunting for a while because of the massive catchment of the entire two-month consumption of this village - "Alc's Village”.

Instead, if we hunt any more, the demons will be gone from the nearby woods - on the contrary, the woods themselves could have vanished, so a stop was hung from the hunters, should we say?

So.

I woke my eyes a little late in one of the rooms I had prepared for the liquor store owner (?) Waltz and Lucia seem to have decided to take to a well that was outside the tavern in order to wash their faces and wake up.

And that way home.

The figure of a mass of metal that was refined yesterday and left in the shadow at the back door of the liquor store to cool came into the eyes of two people.

"... ah. It's really iron..."

Lucia stops accidentally and sees the dull glossy metal in front of her.

Then she started poking metal at her fingertips, like she said she was afraid.

"Warm......?

"Maybe the fever wasn't completely out yet."

The rod-shaped metal mass that was stacked and placed was an ingot of iron adjusted to a weight of about 10 kg per piece.

There is no shadow left there when it was a red-colored ore......

It seemed to haunt exactly the kind of atmosphere that I would say even if I expressed it this way.

- That is, the gift of alchemy.

By the way, on the surface of each ingot there was still the letter ”100t” written by Waltz kidding......

Neither Waltz nor Lucia seemed to expect that this would later cause a wave of turmoil.

"I think the merchants are coming around today..."

"I was wondering if you were okay? I wonder if I can sell it?

and Lucia turns her worried face towards the waltz as she strokes the surface of the black shining ingot.

Waltz is the same about that......

I didn't put it on the table, but she seemed worried, too.

... especially.

In the case of waltz, not whether it can be sold or not......

He seemed to see if he could speak well to the merchants.

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Then I waited for the two of them back at the tavern for a breakfast that the owner of the tavern was proud of, smelling delicious.

If you specifically liken the smell - it is the aroma of BBQ.

Apparently, for breakfast today, the meat of the demons the waltzes have hunted is plentiful.

Smell that and gouge your belly bugs as the waltzes go into the dining room......

The owner of the liquor store there opened his mouth as if he had been waiting for them.

"Morning, ladies."

"" Good morning. Store owner. ""

"So, come on, I want to ask you one thing... ladies, you're actually some great person... you don't?

Massive salary scales, massive catches of prey, iron refining, etc….

To the owner of the liquor store, the waltzes did not appear to be ordinary girls.

In response to such a store owner's inquiry, the two responded as follows:

"No. He's just a refugee who's been struggling with his daily life."

"Uh... I'm a refugee! Home, no!

"No, no, you don't call me a refugee because I can easily randomly capture demons..."

and the store owner who doesn't seem convinced to hear the two words.

In contrast to him, the waltzes say this additionally when they grin.

"Well, guess what"

"Uh... guess what!

Convenient word ”guesswork".

If anything goes wrong, just ”have them guess” appropriately for now...

The Waltz are in this predicament because they were unable to explain their identity accurately, or because of the word "guesswork” (?) Looks like we decided to get through it.

Fortunately, the shopkeeper was someone who understood the sub audio of the word.

"... ok. I don't care who the ladies are."

Looks like we've decided to stop pursuing more than that.

Perhaps, poorly pursued here, a valuable worker in the village (?) I guess I thought about not losing it.

"Thank you"

"Oh, thank you!

and two people who say thank you and then happily go to their breakfast seats.

And they drummed their tongues at the morning meal, looking delicious even today.

By the way.

Why, this morning, were the shopkeepers pursuing the situation?

Originally, it shouldn't have been strange to be pursued within last night.

As a matter of fact, last night, she came back to the tavern or no, because Lucia was using too much magic, and she went down before she had dinner.

Because neither of us ate dinner because Waltz also hung out with it......

The result of the hunt came into the store owner's ear when the hunter's report came to the tavern as a guest became the first.

By then, naturally, the waltzes were asleep...... (?).

The question of the previous day was carried over to the next day.

By the way, did the hunter, after coming in late at night, keep drinking until near morning?

In doing so, she...

"My life... what the hell..."

and in a partition mouth, he seemed to hold his head......

In contrast, it is unclear whether the store owner was given precise advice.

Looks like she went out hunting this morning alone.

Perhaps he likes to hunt so much that he can't stop even if he has a big heart wound...